A late start.

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I suspect with windows open and the fan going, it was cooler than it has been in some time.  Fine.  It will work out.  Brushing teeth, then medicine right off.  A shower soon, after waking a bit.  Trash, perhaps in time for pickup?  There isn't much, but as summer hits it's better to have it gone.

Then?  To finish the bathroom, bag bins, and hit the bedroom.  It is back to work, a new week, and I am hoping to get the bedroom, bathroom, and box removal completed.  Maybe most of the kitchen.  It seems every other to every third week I am able to do solid work.  This is the second week, so maybe.

I dreamed of speaking with a little sister.  She was well spoken and wise.  Too wise.  After a time I understood with whom I was speaking.  Mary.  Mother of God.  It had been and remained a very good conversation.  She wasn't telling me what to do, merely adding her wisdom to my thought processes as a charitable councillor.  She seemed pleased with my thoughts though too.  Quite a comfort once realization set in.

Yes, she knew I was a giant... called me specific names for specific sorts, if I have forgotten the terms.  She spoke the old tongue when saying them, said the words in a way I haven't heard in a very long time, part of why memory fails.  Which meant she knows I am a breed, even among giants.  Hmm, I have made purchase of several rosary pamphlets, all seem good.  I have found both blessed rosaries, which should do for now.  I will start saying the rosary again.  For mother on Monday, an particularly devout exorcist on Saturdays, a few other priorities after.  Always keeping a few days open for special needs, though an extra prayer for dire situations is possible.

Hmm.  Some tea, then to make hot tea.  Blood sugar got to 113 yesterday afternoon, then went to 136 and 161 after a final meal.  Something is just off.  This morning it was 190 fasting.  I won't keep pushing.  While something has gone wrong, I think it was food, not method.  Method had been working.  Chasing a new method is too risky.  If it goes up for a bit, so be it.  I won't chase that fox into my grave.  Later.